#(and right at the start of an intense uni week too)

[librathefangirl]

When you can feel an old hyperfixation being resurrected and you can do nothing to stop it, just sitting there like "... uh-oh"

[its-time-to-write]

hi, i love your writing! could i request something where jamie and reader are dating and jamie starts introducing them to the important people in his life, like roy, keeley, the richmond boys, etc. and each time they get introduced to someone new, whenever jamie steps away, they basically get some variation of the 'you better not hurt him' talk, and when jamie finds out he's worried that reader is gunna be offended or upset but they reassure him that it's fine, they think it's cute that everyone's so protective of him and that it's nice to see him have so many people care about him

Sorry this took FOREVER. Here it is!

the way it goes

It has been exactly twenty-one days since Jamie asked you out on a proper date, and you’re of the opinion that life can’t get much better than this. You’ve only met two of his teammates so far, (Isaac because he’s one of Jamie’s good friends and Richard because you ran into him while shopping) and honestly, they aren’t what you expected at all. 

They’re kind and they seem to genuinely like working together.

(It’s a little funny to call football “work.”)

Isaac tells Jamie to bring you next time they all hang out, and reminds him to buy more juice packs than last time so they don’t run out again.

—

Turns out the next “hang out,” is a night at Isaac’s, and the whole team is there with various partners and spouses. There’s a strict sweatpants-only drsesscode, and pretty much everyone is in clearly expensive matching sets. You’re grateful that Jamie shrunk a brand-new deep green set the other week, because you didn’t have time to go out and buy something new/not ratty.

There are tables of board games, a pile of snacks, and even a bar. Jamie drags you over so he can get “proper buzzed,” and requests something incredibly complicated from Beard, who appears to be the only coach present.

“Babe,” Jamie says, “you good here? I’m gonna get some food.”

You nod and watch him weave through groups of people. You lean against the bar and wait for Jamie’s drink.

“So,” says Beard, “you’re Jamie’s girlfriend.

You nod. “Yeah, I am. I’ve known him for ages, though. Since I was in uni. Always thought he was just some prick footballer trying to score, if you know what I mean.”

Beard chuckles. “I get it. He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

You grin. “He’s my asshole.”

Beard slides you Jamie’s drink but before he completely lets it go, he says, “Hey.”

His voice has lost its jocularity, so you look up to meet his (very intense, slightly terrifying) eyes.

“Jamie doesn’t need his heart broken. He may have been a giant prick, but he’s different now. He’s not the kind of guy you can just screw and move on from.”

Your mouth has gone a little dry, so you just nod. Right then. You turn to go find Jamie and hope he won’t mind if you take a sip of his drink. You’re planning on staying sober tonight, so that one sip is going to have to get you through till the end.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s told you to be careful with Jamie. The first time was actually Roy’s niece, Phoebe. Jamie was babysitting and he asked you to come along, so while he was paying for ice creams Phoebe tugged your arm so you’d get down to her level and said, “If you make him cry, they’ll never find you again.”

You had looked at her in shock while she matter-of-factly stated, “My Uncle Roy’s been teaching me things.”

She said the word things far too ominously for an eight year old, but then Jamie came back and she was all smiles again. 

You got a similar, equally threatening talk from Phoebe’s mum, and then from Roy, and then Roy’s girlfriend Keeley.

Variations of the “break him and I’ll break you” talk had begun to trickle in whenever you’d pick up Jamie from Nelson Road. The tone ranged from Sam’s vaguely threatening, “We all love Jamie very much. We’re incredibly protective of him,” to Jan Maas’s blunt, “If you break his heart, you will never find another date on this entire continent.

Even Ted had a comment, which was more along the lines of, Jamie’s a big softie, he doesn’t need some to play him right now, he needs a real supporter. Each time, you assured them that you weren’t going to hurt him. You didn’t ask why they thought you would be the one doing the hurting when he was the one with the reputation.

Because you are fully aware of his reputation. You hadn’t seen Lust Conquers All, but you’d seen enough clips to piece together exactly how it went. And you’d seen the details of his cheating scandals all over the papers. And dealt with him firsthand while in uni. So yeah, Jamie’s past prick-ish behavior is not a mystery to you.

You find it endearing that so many people love him enough to protect him. It’s a good sign, you think.

You find Jamie carefully stacking various snacks on a tiny, tiny plate. His face lights up when you come into view.

“Oh good,” he says. “Extra hands.” He grabs his drink with one hand and gives you the plate with the other. He starts piling on something flaky and slightly green. 

“Isaac’s girlfriend makes these fucking pistachio things, and they always go way too fast. Gotta eat them while you can,” he says while creating an engineering marvel.

“Glad you like ‘em, bruv,” comes Isaac’s voice from behind you. You jump a little, and the plate wobbles. 

You turn to see Isaac with an absolutely gorgeous woman on his arm.

“I’m Stella,” she says. “It’s wonderful to meet you. We’ll have to have you two over for a real dinner.”

Jamie and Isaac quickly become engrossed in a serious discussion about football tactics, with Jamie downing his drink and then taking the plate of food from you. He was right, those pistachio things are amazing.

You chat with Stella for a little bit and learn she’s the face of a modeling agency and met Isaac during some football/branding thing.

“He was the only one during the entire shoot who made sure I was drinking enough water,” she laughs. “Who knew the way to my heart was through proper hydration?”

You talk a little longer before Jamie’s arm is snaking around your waist to whisk you off to see Dani. It goes like that for a little while until you finally settle down at one of the game tables. It’s a card game involving a lot of yelling and pointing fingers.

The house is noisy and cozy, filled to the brim with people who are just comfortable around each other, and you think you’ve never experienced something like this in your whole life.

Jamie on the other hand, is yawning a little bit. His hand, which had been on your knee tracing squiggly patterns, is starting to slow down so you put yours on top of his and whisper, “You about ready to go?”

Jamie nods and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Got fucking extra training tomorrow,” he quietly laments.

You get up to leave and Jamie follows suit with a very loud pronouncement that he’d rather be somewhere private, much to the amusement of the Greyhounds who begin to hoot and whistle. You roll your eyes and smack his butt on the way out.

Forty-five minutes later, Isaac’s phone dings with a photo of Jamie in a pink robe and green face mask, hair pulled back in an equally pink and fluffy headband. He’s lying on your bed and he can see the tv screen playing Notting Hill. You’ve typed, Someplace private, my ass, and Isaac just shakes his head and grins. Fucking Jamie. Prick on the outside, softie on the inside.

You better not break his heart, he writes.

HAH comes your reply a moment later. Not a chance.

“Babe, look,” you say handing Jamie your phone. “I’ve collected the whole set.”

Jamie reads your text thread then looks up at you in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“Isaac is the only one who hasn’t like, threatened me or something if I hurt you,” you reply.

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn red. “What do you mean, the only one?” he asks. “Like, the team?”

You shake your head. “Oh no. I mean, yes, the whole team, but like pretty much everyone who works at Nelson Road.” 

Jamie’s eyes widen as you begin to list people on your fingers. “Alright, so obviously the Greyhounds, plus all the coaches, Keeley, Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, Samantha at the front desk, Gary, Phoebe and her mum, Will-” you pause. “Should I keep going?”

Jamie groans. “Fucking hell. I’m sorry. They’re all twats, except Phoebe. I swear, they’re not always like that. I’ll talk to them and make ‘em leave you alone.”

“No! You can’t let them know that you know! And…” you hesitate, “I thought it was kind of sweet. Like a green flag, you know? They all like you enough to make sure that you’ll be ok, and they want me to know I have something special. Of course, I already knew that,” you continue, “but it’s nice confirmation.” 

Oh. That’s new.

Jamie’s quiet for way too long so you look over at him. “Babe, are you crying?”

“No,” he says, choked up. “Face mask got in my fuckin’ eye.”

“It’s dried solid, babe.”

“Fine,” he says, “I might be a little. But you can’t tell anyone, especially not Ted, because then he’ll talk to me about feelings and shit, and I’d rather eat ten fucking scones than that.”

You laugh and snuggle into his side. There aren’t going to be any heartbreaks here, not if you can help it. You’re both planning on keeping the other around for the rest of your lives.

[eds6ngel]

✮⋆｡°✩⋆˙ a christmas miracle

a 'when i kissed the teacher' spinoff.

summary: you and steve were in a weird situation. you weren't actively trying to get pregnant, but you weren't exactly being safe either. so, how will steve react when he opens his final christmas present?

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader. 90s!au. mentions and allusions to sex. mentions of pregnancy. pet names. kissing. tons of crying. alena being too young to understand pregnancy (kinda cute tho). alena being a cutie pie as always. some worries over steve's reaction. but mostly fluff and comfort!! [1.9k].

author's note: hi everyone!! i am back!! my first semester of uni is finally over, so i can get back to fic writing a little more! i couldn't neglect my happy family like this, so i've tackled a pregnancy fic! i've never been pregnant, but i do wish to be in my life, so all of my research has been for my own benefit and utilised in this fic. if i'm inaccurate in any parts, please let me know for the benefit of the readers and myself!! ♡

It was hard not announcing the news to Steve. Having to attend your first scan without him was heartbreaking, but the look upon the nurse’s face after you told her you were going to wrap up the ultrasound photo, along with a card saying “Merry Christmas Daddy” and a pair of small, cream, woolen socks, just confirmed your decision was the right one.

You and Steve were in a sort of weird situation. You had stopped using protection, but weren’t in a position were you were actively trying to get pregnant. You agreed that any time from now was an okay time for the two of you to have a child, but also weren’t bothered if the pregnancy tests came back negative.

But, a little Christmas miracle decided to form inside of you, the test showing two lines on December 11th, 1999.

Steve and Alena had gone grocery shopping for an hour, the perfect opportunity for you to wrap Steve’s gift.

Rolling out the wrapping paper, you placed a grey, fluffy blanket in the centre, before laying on top the Christmas card which read:

Hi Daddy.

I’m six weeks old today!

I can’t wait to meet you soon! I’m planning to enter the world on August 20th, 2000.

My mom is keeping me very safe right now as I grow, but I’ll still be listening out for you from inside my home.

See you in nine months.

Love, your future child <3

And as you were about to place the ultrasound photo next to the cream baby socks you previous put underneath the card, your eyes started welling with tears once more.

Was it the hormones? Maybe. But, something in you felt this was all natural. You were growing a human life inside of you, one that has half of your DNA and the other half the love of your life’s. That was something to bask in the intense emotion of.

With everything laid out neatly, you reached over for the sellotape, folding over the edges and carefully sticking them in place.

Wrapping the gift in a pretty cream bow, matching the socks inside, and adding a label reading “To my darling Stevie,” you added it to the pile of increasing gifts in the corner of yours and Steve’s bedroom.

Now, just a week to go until he gets his surprise.

You cradle your stomach, despite the size not increasing at all yet, and whisper to your unborn child “A week and he’ll know, my love. Your beautiful existence will be known.”

“Mom! Dad! Wake up! Wake up!”

You are awoken by the sound of your bouncing ten-year-old, aggressively rocking your fiancé as he groans loudly, his eyes adjusting to the light peaking through the window.

“Mornin’ pumpkin,” he murmurs, you opening up one eye as Alena’s full set of brand-new adult teeth smile right at you.

“And what are you doing up so early, missy?” you ask, the clock on the bedside table next to Steve shining a bright 6:00 in the morning, illuminating the room in a red glow.

“Mom” she drags out, rolling her eyes playfully, “You know what day it is!”

You tap your chin lightly, playing along with the joke, “Hmm… I feel as if I may need a reminder.”

“It’s Christmas Mom! And I may or may not have seen all the presents you left underneath the tree…” her vocal pitch increases, looking away in a guilty look as Steve reaches up and pulls her down into his body, the girl screaming as he ruffles her hair.

“Did someone be naughty and peak underneath the tree?” he grits through his teeth, Alena shouting in a reply, “I didn’t mean to, I promise! I saw it on the way to your room!”

You begin to tickle her sides as Steve holds her in place against his chest, making the girl scream in delight loudly, “Is someone now on Santa’s naughty list?”

“Mom…” she pouts her lips, a grumpy expression adorning her face as you sigh sadly, “I know sweet cheeks, you don’t believe in him anymore.”

“I’m sorry…”

You hold out your arms as you wrap her in a warm hug, “Don’t be sorry, baby. I knew you would realise eventually. You’re getting too old!”

She gasps and looks into your eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “I am not old! You and Dad are old.”

You start giggling in shock as Steve just opens his mouth wide, “You better watch yourself, pumpkin.”

“Yeah,” you hold up a finger in warning, before pointing it over to Steve, “Dad doesn’t like being reminded he’s in his mid-thirties.”

And now it is Steve’s turn to attack you, but instead with aggressive kisses, littering them up your neck and across your face lightly, Alena now old enough to understand the playful love between the two of you. “You’re almost thirty as well, you know.”

“Two more years to go, babe. I’m still in my prime development decade,” you smirk at him.

And it wasn’t just you who was developing.

A loud gasp can be heard along with the shredding of paper as Alena holds up her latest gift, “You actually got me it?”

For such a small gadget, the Barbie Digital Camera cost you $70, the most expensive gift yet, but maybe not the one which will cause the biggest reaction.

“Of course I did! It’s the one thing you kept pointing at in the magazine!”

She giggles with a bright smile, “Thank you! Thank you!”

She launches herself at you, the motherly instinct in you clutching onto your stomach to protect your unborn child, hoping Steve didn’t notice the movement. The surprise would be known in the next half an hour.

“And after you’ve taken your photos, we can connect it to Dad’s computer and see it come to life! How cool is that?”

“Can I take it to school?” she asks, clutching the box in her hands.

“I assume you can! But, just ask Mrs. Critchley before you take it in, okay?”

“Okay!” she smiles, plopping herself back down on the carpet to open the rest of her gifts.

Your hands began to sweat. Alena was all done opening her presents, patiently waiting for you and Steve to unwrap yours.

Steve let you attend to your gifts first. Everything from a brand-new necklace designed with a rose quartz, matching your engagement ring, to the latest Nokia phone, you were thankful for everything he had bought you, praising him with many gentle kisses and warm hugs.

Now, it was Steve’s turn. You specifically told him to leave one present until last, leading him to give you an eyebrow raise and a shrug before simply agreeing, used to your weirdness by now. You got him everything from a new cologne to a new pair of Nike shoes, the soles of his old pair wearing thin from how much he was working over the Christmas holidays.

But, after one final kiss, it was finally time.

“Can I open this now?” Steve jokes, the nerves deeply settling in your stomach. You don’t even know why you were worried, you had stopped using protection in mutual agreement, knowing kids could be a possibility from that result. There was just a voice in your head trying to convince you an awful reaction would occur.

“Uh, yeah… Yeah, you can.”

“Hey,” he puts an arm on your shoulder, “Why are you so nervous?”

You lightly chuckle, “You’ll find out once you open the gift.”

Even after all of these years, Steve still wasn’t the smartest. Verbal cues were not his strong suit, but my God could he read body language like a champ.

He gives you a confused look before unwrapping the cream-coloured bow, delicately tearing apart the paper as his eyes immediately notice the ultrasound scan.

He may be oblivious, but he isn’t that oblivious. He has one very similar in his bedside table drawer of his sweet ten-year-old daughter sat next to him.

The tears form at his eyes before he can even recognise them. Small sniffles enter the atmosphere as his hazel eyes make contact with you, “Are you serious?”

And the tears follow suit for you, nodding frantically as he leans across the floor to collect you in his arms, crying into your shoulder.

“How far along?” he mumbles into your shoulder, tears dripping onto the red fabric of your dress.

“Read the card and you’ll find out.”

Steve was too drawn into the ultrasound scan to even notice the card you had gotten him. Releasing from the hug, he keeps a gentle hand on the small of your back, picking up the card and carefully opening it, reading the words you had written, the tears increasing as he noticed it was from the perspective of his baby.

“Wha— How? When did you get this done?” he stutters out, still in complete shock of the entire moment.

“Pregnancy test has been in the bathroom trash can for two weeks. I was scared you were going to notice it for a while, but then I remembered it’s you, and you don’t notice anything,” you giggle, Steve not even bothered by the joking insult, too caught up in his own emotions, “And two Thursday’s ago, I didn’t go to work. Went to the hospital and got the scan, and just hung around Starcourt until the time I would normally come home.”

“Well, you fooled me,” he chuckles, leaning in for a kiss which you gladly accept, cupping his cheeks as you smile into it.

“I love you so much, beautiful girl. And I love the baby who is growing inside of you. You’re so strong. Your body is so strong. I just— I can’t wait. I can’t wait to meet them.”

His hand had migrated down to your stomach, gently cradling the unborn child inside of you.

Alena had finally looked up from her Etch-a-Sketch, noticing the tears falling down both yours and Steve’s cheeks, your hands holding tightly onto each side of his head as your foreheads were leant against each other, kneeling on the soft carpet of the living room.

“Mom? Dad? Why are you crying?”

Steve turns around to face his daughter, you looking softly into her eyes, “Because Mom is having a baby, sweetie.”

Steve passes her the ultrasound scan, her face scrunching up in confusion as she points at it, “Why is it just a black blob?”

Steve begins laughing as his head falls onto your shoulder, sweetly rubbing up and down the sides of your waist.

“Because when a baby is first made, it starts out as a black blob and then grows into the full size baby we all know and love,” you explain gently to her.

“Hmm…” she takes in, before asking her next question, “But how did it get there?”

Your eyes widen as Steve’s hands stop on your waist, refusing to lift his head and look at his daughter.

You smile through the awkwardness, remembering that her sex education lessons would start in a matter of months, “You’ll find out soon, baby.”

thank you ever so much for reading!! do you guys want any more pregnancy related fics? i really want to do some research into post-partum for myself, so do you want me to skip straight to that, or tackle other things like morning sickness, gender reveal, baby shower, stuff like that? feel free to let me know!! ♡

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As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live ! Stream: 6

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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[love-toxin]

guh......climbing out of my hole of uni final papers for a moment.....bc i have to talk abt mike some more.....specifically dad(dy) mike-

(cws: fnaf movie spoilers, breeding, me being nasty right on schedule)

like....i can't get over it. he just strikes me as such dad material. he gives me the vibes of exhausted + mentally worn out + don't need another kid to run after but as soon as he's, like, free from the horrors and/or financially stable? he'd just be like "........so honey when are we having a baby??" right out of the blue. i get the feeling that he'd normally be a big family guy (hence the family photos everywhere and the.....intense childhood nostalgia) and he'd probably be all over starting his own if he wasn't dealing with all the death and murder and kidnapping and dream hopping and blah blah blah.

but anyways. baby. thinkin he wants one soooooooo badly.........and he'd be so stupid protective like a big, husband-shaped guard dog. we saw him in the fountain scene nobody can tell me he wouldn't go apeshit over protecting his little babus and their ultra hot momma--plus, at some point when Abby grows up he'd probably get such awful empty nest syndrome he'd be biting his nails not having someone to provide for and protect. that's his purpose! he's gotta be the strong one that gets shit done, hence knocking up some pretty thing that's got those pretty doe eyes and pretty hair and other pretty features for his kids to inherit.

i don't think it would hit him right away either, he'd think he's fine until he's blowin your back out and it hits him like ".....oh. shit," when he realizes how much he doesn't wanna pull out. not just because it feels good to bust a load so thick you leak all over the pillows, but because you might end up with a baby bump and that would be even cuter. you wouldn't even be able to trap him if you wanted to cause he wouldn't care about the contraception anyways--if you want to risk it, he'll risk it, and you might not expect how deep he goes as he tries to knock you up on the first try. you're not even half as crazy as he is, draining his balls inside you like it's an olympic sport just so he can make you take a test in two weeks. even if he can't afford it he'll take time off work just to keep you in bed for a couple days, give it a real good try so he can say he put everything he has into it. it's a good excuse for him to fall asleep still nestled inside you too, his weight pressing you down so you can't get up with all that cum slowly leaking down your legs. trying for a baby is so much fun and so intoxicating mike probably won't even realize how much work it'll really be until you start showing, but by then it's kinda too late anyways and it's not like he'd wanna go back and change it. seriously, he's so fucking lucky to even talk to you, much less be the father of your children and possibly your future husband.

but then he's got something so sweet and adorable to protect besides you on the horizon, something he can cuddle and kiss and rock to sleep and read bedtime stories to like he's loved doing with abby and always did with garrett, including all the silly voices he's made up to make them giggle and plead for just a few more pages. he can be even better than his parents and he'll finally have the second chance he's been dying for--and this time, nothing is gonna take what he loves away from him. nothing.

[bornagainmurdock]

star of the show

author's note: support your local drag scene! i'm going to a drag show tonight and i'm very excited to take a break from uni and writing papers and reading theory

summary: you take matt to his first drag show, suggestive but no sex, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, discussions of alcohol, showering together

work count: 1.5k

Matt had lived in NYC his entire life and didn't know any different. He couldn't imagine a non-walkable city, pizza shops on every corner, and not hearing an ambulance siren every second of the day. Despite his intense senses, he was very good at tunning out the soundscape that is the city.

But there was one thing Matt had never done in New York. Matt had never been to a drag show.

Sure, he was familiar with the bar culture. Hell, he'd been to a few gay bars back in the day. But never to see a drag show.

He was convinced the vibe wouldn't be right for him. He was also concered about the sheer amount of sensory input: the stinging song of the lights, the bass shaking the floor, the loud music, the warmth of alcohol throughout the venue.

But, when you offered to take him to his first show he couldn't have said yes faster. He was excited. The show was over a week away, but you wanted to give him enough time to process the situation and prepare himself for it. Matt was also very anxious. he asked you lots of details about the venue and how to get there. He asked about the type of crowd that they typically pull. Matt asked you every question he could come up with throughout the week.

You knew that when he was sensory overwhelmed it could be a recipe for disaster, sending Matt into a series of panic attacks or worse, give him flashbacks.

When the day came, Matt was bouncing around the apartment. He convinced Foggy to let him leave the office early so he could prepare. He had to find something to wear, something cool enough to not be out of place but comfortable enough so that didn't contribute to his overwhelm-ness.

When you got off of work and made it back to the apartment, you walked in to see clothes scattered all over the house. Matt was in the closet throwing things behind him, trying to piece something together.

"Are you looking for something or just creating an elaborate tripping hazard for yourself?"

"I don't know what to wear. I can't wear my usual suit because that will be too formal. But I can't wear gym clothes, beacuse obviously. I guess I'm realizing I got rid of all my manwhore clothes from college when Fog and I would go barhopping." He stopped digging for a second to turn your direction.

"Do you want some help?"

"I'd love some."

You walked through the house looking at the options before deciding to sort through what was left of the closet instead.

"Okay Matt, how about just some jeans. Any jeans. These are black normal straight leg jeans."

"Okay. Okay. But What do I wear on top?"

"How do you feel about this shirt." You passed it behind you into his hands. He passed it between his fingers to feel all of the textures.

"Is this mesh? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME TO WEAR SOMETHING SEE-THROUGH?"

"Yes, it's mesh. It's a sheer black short sleeve button up that I bought for you and then I guess forgot to gift to you."

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"I do. Now put it on."

Matt was hesitant but trusted you to make him look good. You helped him button the front while his hands ran over his body, feeling the texture on his skin.

"Oh this is nice."

"I told you. Now let me get ready."

You put in headphones while Matt finished getting ready. You changed outfits rather quickly, already having an idea of what you wanted to wear tonight.

While in thebathroom using the mirror to fix your hair, Matt walked in and settled behind you, snaking his hands around your hips.

"I bet you look so good right now," Matt started kissing the back of your neck, biting every so ofter, "What're you wearing?"

"Find out for yourself."

His hands caressed your whole body, stopping at the chain around your neck. He pulled on it to tilt you head down for more access to the side of your neck.

"Keep it in your pants Murdock. We have to leave soon."

You packed your bag and made sure Matt had anything he could need tonight while you were out: specifically nausea meds because you knew he would drink until he was sick if given the chance.

"Let's go!!"

It was a short walk to the venue. Matt was giggly the whole walk, purposely tapping you with his cane when you got too far ahead of him.

At the door, Matt folds in his cane and tucks it into his back pocket for now. You paid the cover and got your two mandatory drink tickets and helped Matt up the front steps before finding yourself at the end of the bar.

"Drinks?" Matt was excited to get this night started.

He ordered for both of you. Himself, a negroni, and you, a vodka cran. You grabbed both and searched for a table, finding a tall one with two chairs to sit out.

"So the show starts in 20 minutes. How do you feel?"

Matt took a huge sip and smiled, "Buzzed. There's too many bodies walking around. Will you tell me what's happening."

"Yah. Okay, so the rooms almost full. I'm sure you can tell that. We must have got the last table or maybe whoever was here saw the poor sad blind man and moved for us," Matt laughed along with you, "But some of the performers are walking through the crowd. The DJ is finishing getting set up. I'm sure you can tell by the music. Oh, and also the hosts just sat down."

You were interupted by an annoucement over the loud speakers about the show starting soon. Matt reached for your hands and squeezed hard when he found them.

When the show started Matt had very quickly become the center of attention, with many performers coming up to him to flirt. One of the queen under her breath asked to take Matt's glasses off for a bit, and after he said yes, she took them, put them on, and danced around for the rest of the song before returning them to the table with a wink.

At the start of each number you explained their outfit and makeup and any props they had on stage to Matt. He swayed and sung along the whole night, cheering when performers did big stunts and offering his commentary about audio mixing to you between numbers.

"Okay and this one is wearing a yellow wig, and it's curly and big, like a southern grandma. And she has on big black stomping boots with lots of buckles. She's in a latex dress, skin tight and barely covering anything. She's covered in chains and spikey metal accessories. Her nails are loooong stilletos and they're shiny black with crystals. And her makeup is also all black and super glossy."

"Do you think I'd look good in that dress?"

"You're drunk."

"Perhaps, but I could use another." And so he did.

At the end, every performer joined the crowd for a dance party, many of the flocking to Matt to flirt with him some more, and he ate it up. He was singing and dancing along the crowd, laughing with the emcees and taking shots with the queens.

A drag queen was holding Matt's hand and spinning him around, bumping into the rest of the crowd and spilling the drink in his hand. He was buzzed and happy.

At last call Matt grabbed his final drink and finally sat back down to relax.

"So how would you say your first drag show is going?" He didn't respond, just giggling and blowing you a kiss.

They finally kicked you both out, tipsy and stumbling down the street, Matt was still singing and humming with excitement. When you finally reached the apartment, he collapsed on the couch with a sigh.

"After all this time living in NYC, I cannot believe I haven't been to a drag show yet. I feel like I've been missing this my entire life." Emotionally drunk Matt wasn't typical, here he was in tears over how exciting the night was. "It was so magical."

"I don't think you've drank this much in so long."

"We should do it more often." His senses were blasted, unable to navigate the apartment as good as he normally did.

"Absolutely not. Shower time Matthew."

He hummed in affirmation adn stripped right there in the living room. Butt-ass-naked and still wiggling around like the club music was still blasting.

When you wrangled him into the shower, you stripped as well joining him in the warm water.

"Do you think we can go back next week again? One of the queens asked when she'd see me again."

"Were you flirting with them?"

"I'm not really sure." He chuckled, alcohol seeping out of his skin, slowly sobering up in the water.

"I'm not letting you get this drunk next time."

"Try and stop me."

"Oh I will." You tickled him for a second before clinging onto his torso, kissing his chest. "Alright, bedtime."

You turned off the water and stepped out handing Matt his towel.

"Okay but we can go back next week, right?"

"Of course Matt."

[diazsdimples]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

The beans are slowly dripping away. Annoyingly I've had more beans to write this week since I've started uni, but am currently the sickest I've been in a while (3 weeks people! 3 weeks I've been sick and I'm OVER IT) so I've struggled through some intense brain fog for this little bit. Hopefully that explains why it's not so great 😅 please enjoy some Frostpunk AU!

Buck follows hurriedly behind the medics carrying Edmundo’s tired body, tripping through the drifts of snow packed against the pathway. He’s met with a blast of warm air as he pushes through the tent flaps, his skin prickling as he acclimatises to the temperature change. The medics quickly transfer Edmundo onto a cot and begin to cut the thick winter clothes from his body. Buck notices they’ve done the same to Christopher in the cot beside him, and have wrapped him in a thin, foil blanket. “Wait, w-won’t he get colder without clothes?” Buck asks, heart in his mouth as he grabs the arm of a passing medic. The guy shrugs him off, a tray of needles and long tubes in his hands, and strides over to Christopher’s side. “The foil retains their body heat and we’re going to pump them both with warm fluids,” the medic explains as he rubs the crook of Christopher’s elbow with an alcohol wipe, before tying a torniquet around the kid’s arm, encouraging his tiny veins to the surface. Buck swallows thickly and silently wills himself not to throw up as he watches the bevel of the needle slide in, granting the medics intravenous access. Beside Edmundo’s cot, there’s a team of senior medics standing around, their faces grave as they take Edmundo’s pulse, check pupillary response, listen to his lungs, and take his temperature. Edmundo shifts under their touches and lets out a small whine of discomfort as a thermometer probe is shove roughly under his tongue. In a flash, Buck is by his bedside, muscling through the team to give him space to crouch down at the man’s side and take his hand. Without really thinking about it, Buck laces their fingers together and gives them a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers into Edmundo’s ear as the man twists and turns as the medics continue to poke at him, his face pulling into an unhappy grimace. “We got you back. You made it. You’re safe.” Edmundo’s eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocussed, but with the way he tosses his head from side to side, as though searching for something, his intent is clear. He’s looking for his son. Buck smooths a hand through Edmundo’s hair, marvelling at the silky feeling as it slips through his fingers, despite the time he’s spent exposed to the elements. He cups Edmundo’s cheek, gently encouraging his head in Buck’s direction. “Christopher’s safe,” Buck says, his thumb brushing over Edmundo’s cheekbone. “He’s right next to you, you probably can’t see him cause he’s got a load of doctors around him too, but he’s there. We’ve got you.”

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[curiosityfilledpages]

October 7-9, 2024

Hi! I started this week with a plan to follow a strict schedule. I have intense times approaching so, that was my suggested solution for getting plenty of my study tasks done, while keeping stress at bay. As long as tasks are being ticked off, I will feel better. Also if I do not have the time to feel anything I will not get very stressed. It does require decisive actions, and demands that decisiveness all the time. That takes a kind of resource that I do not have an abundance of, unfortunately. However, it has been going well in general but today I am taking this evening a little more relaxed to relieve tension from my mind.

I have managed about 9-10 hours of study and work combined on Monday and Tuesday. It is a bit less than what my schedule requires, potentially (also considering I am not focusing so well), but I cannot talk it down, I think I did a good job. Today I was a bit slower to move from task to task, so I managed only about 6 hours. That is sub optimal. I will still try to get in another hour of study (I did! That is the time lapse on the right).

Other than productivity, I have tried the take-away meals sold in the uni cafeteria- they were quite yummy! I will certainly try more of them during future lunches~ They look very appetizing too! I had a chicken Ceaser salad and a feta-mango-full grain something salad?

I also need to mention that the kitty has been very loving and lovely in the last few days, as he has been before that too. He kept me company during my studies and also during sleep. Hope you have been able to keep up with the semester! Good luck!

[binch-i-might-be]

RAY hewwo i am. Planning on getting a tattoo (not now obviously but like when im in uni probably) what’s ur advice on Getting Stabbed with Ink

okay so like. first of all do your research!! if you already have a particular style in mind, find an artist who does a lot of that. look at their portfolio on instagram. see if they post healed tattoos too (if they Don't. well ask yourself why not!)

before your appointment EAT A GOOD MEAL. DRINK WOTER. tattoo artists do not enjoy when you pass out!!!! getting a tattoo is super upsetting to The Body because it's basically inflicting an injury, it fucks with your circulation a lot. tattoo artists will also offer you something to drink and sometimes even sweets to keep your blood sugar up during the appointment, and for the first time I would recommend taking them up on that because you don't know yet how your body will react.

also don't be afraid to ask for a break for any reason. a good artist will tell you this before they start too.

you will bleed btw. some artists have told me that first time clients are sometimes surprised about this. the bleeding will increase the farther you get into the tattoo too as your body becomes more pissed lol.

as they go, they'll wipe your tattoo down A Lot to get the excess ink and blood out of the way, and that shit really starts to hurt after some time! be prepared!

when the deed is done, they'll usually let the tattoo rest for a few minutes and then take some pics. and then they'll wrap it up!

now there's two (three?) options here. either they'll go old school and just wrap that thang in cling wrap and tape it in place, which is a lot of work for you, or they'll slap on second skin.

the cling wrap is in my experience not as common these days, but safer when you already know you could have an allergic reaction to second skin (bad!). you can leave that on for a couple hours, but then you'll have to take it off and gently clean the area under running warm (not hot) water, then maybe let it breathe a bit, but DEFINITELY wrap it back up. a fresh tattoo is an open wound, and you need to protect it from outside grime lol. you'll have to do that every couple hours for a few days. you will leak Tattoo Goop. you will most likely need to sleep on a towel. it's generally not too much fun but what can ya do!

second skin on the other hand is way easier. it's a sticky transparent foil they just put On There and then it stays On There for up to seven days (depends on the brand). you can shower with it on and everything. it'll fill up with Tattoo Goop but it's fine, it won't really bother you. it's best taken off under warm running water. sometimes it leaves a sticky residue but that'll fall off in time.

now for the secret third option, this has only happened to me once. the artist slapped a Thing that was basically a big fat menstrual pad on me and then wrapped me up in cling wrap. that thing absorbed the Tattoo Leakage for the first couple hours, but from then on, it was normal cling wrap business. I was very confused by this!

artists will give you instructions on aftercare and probably recommend some creams. basically just wash that thang with water (and unscented soap? I don't do that, just use water) and put some tattoo aftercare cream on top. thin layer, we don't want to smother it.

I usually do that for uhhh as long as it feels right basically lol. maybe a week or two after the second skin comes off? a tattoo will need about six to eight weeks to fully heal, but it doesn't need intensive care the entire time.

oh and there is an itchy stage. it will drive you insane <3

now for a more unfun addendum, the tattoo industry is RIFE with racism. some artists think they can't tattoo people who are not paper white because the colours won't show up properly. this is because they're bad artists and don't know what they're doing.

try to look for artists who do have darker skin tones in their portfolio so you can be sure they aren't cunts and won't fuck you over.

anyway I think that's all. hope this helped!

[hey-hamlet]

Hello hi!! I kinda miss your au talk, so is it okay to ask for more? I really want to know more about your newest villain's quarter au, but if there's a specific au you'd like to talk about I'd love to read it <33

It's always ok to ask for more! I've been missing a bit bc my body had stopped feeling hunger for like a month and it's really hard to eat - coupled with uni starting again I'm just exhausted haha! But! I have still had AUs on the brain so lemme yell ab them.

Aizawa goes to the villain's quarter pretty regularly - its not a good idea to arrest someone within one because you'll get put on every shit list ever and also, in the moment, pumped full of lead. Daylight heroes don't enter for a few reasons - they'll get shot at, every villain in the area will actively try to hunt them down and also the HPSC doesn't pay heroes for incidents resolved within dead zones. It's a legal limbo tbh. However, a few underground heroes tend to frequent each one - there is always someone willing to sell out a competitor, or someone who talks too much in the clubs and casinos people from outside pretend they don't visit.

Hes confused to learn the fancy bar has started opening during the day and even move confused when he finds out its now selling food. It doesn't have a set menu - there is a meal each day, one option with meat and one without, a bowl of rice and a small soup. If you can pay, it's 700 yen. If you can't, its free. The catch is the people running the bar are very well connected and know if you can pay - if you run without paying, you get banned.

Given that its the only restaurant in the villain's quarter - the only place many people feel they can go for food without getting harassed or arrested, its very popular. Aizawa would, at a later date, say he'd gone to get some information - but, at the time, he was honestly just curious. And hungry. The shogayaki was sweet with an intense almost caramelised ginger flavour, the salad was light, the egg drop soup was light with fine ribbons of egg and the rice was soft and fluffy with little packet of furikake and seaweed if he wanted it. It was really good - not gourmet, but warm and homey. Intensely comforting.

Not something you'd expect to find in a bar deep inside the Mutsutafu Dead Zone.

The sight of a young teen humming to himself in the kitchen as he neatly shreds more cabbage is concerning, but its Sunday afternoon - he might be helping out a family member, or, worse but not terrible - young enough that this was the only place that would employ him. He was too thin, but not to a medically concerning degree, right on the line between naturally thin and just plain hungry. When he comes in about a week later, 10am on a Wednesday when any kid should be in school and the kid is still there, tasting a pot of admittedly amazing smelling curry, he gets Very Worried. He keeps coming, wanting desperately to be able to help but not knowing where to start, other than just looking out where he can, talking to the kid, letting him know someone cares.

Tomura wants to kill him, Kurogiri swears he feels familiar, AFO is suddenly hit but a very awkward reminder that Shirakumo was not a random fun dead body he picked up but had friends who mourned him and then proceeded to cope in unhealthy ways by becoming underground heroes who didn't sleep.

Izuku had to go shriek in the walk in fridge when he realised he'd been chatting to Eraserhead the whole time.

[kaydenverse]

comfort

gif is not mine!

a/n: omg thank you so much for 100 followers!! i’ll probably bust out a couple headcanon posts for cod and MAYBE marvel over the next few days. but not a promise tho cause i just started back up at uni again this week </3. but thank you so much again!

pairings: johnny “soap” mctavish x platonic 141 (including halo!)

content warnings: light angst, talks of anxiety and mental health, that’s it really

word count: 1.6k

johnny hates to admit it but he struggles from severe anxiety. he does his best to keep it under control and not let affect him but that can be hard by himself.

sometimes, just before missions, johnny gets a really intense wave of anxiety and each of you have your own little thing you do with him to calm him down and clear his head before he goes out in the field with renewed confidence.

with you, he’ll sit (or stand depending when he pulls you aside) across you and brings your hands in his. he’ll rest the backs of your hands against his forehead while he takes deep breathes.

sometimes he remains in that position completely silent and other times he engages in random conversation to have your gentle voice help pull him into an eased state again.

“hey,” johnny starts. “do you think price was the one that farted during briefing earlier? that silent but deadly one?” johnny says in a dead serious tone. he’s definitely hiding the stupid smile he has on his face from you.

you make an exaggerated noise of offense. “don’t try and blame your fart on that poor man!” you tilt your head to peek under his hands but he shoots his head up to look at you.

“…how’d you know it was me?” johnny playful glares at you. “and if price had just heard you call him “that poor man” he’d absolutely kick yer arse.” johnny laughs.

“cause his farts never stink that bad.” you say very matter-of-factly.

“halo,” johnny blinks at you. “you know can tell what each of our farts smell like?” he’s fighting back a laugh.

now you break out into a small laugh.

“i’ve been on far too many missions with all of you where i have ended up crammed in a tight space with each of you individually. i know things i wish i didn’t from those times alone.” johnny laughs, poking fun at you for admitting that information.

“sorry,” he’ll always say when he’s feeling better.

“don’t even dare say that. not right now, not ever, for needing comfort. what we do… it’s hard. it’s okay to not be okay. i’m here for you. always.” you wiggle your hands out of his to cup his face and pull him closer to your height. you give him a warm smile before gently bumping foreheads with him.

“now lets go kick some ass, yeah?”

-

with price, johnny will run over the plan multiple until john catches onto the sergeant’s anxious rambling. he’ll softly say johnny’s name until johnny stops swaying from side to side with anxious energy.

“what’s goin’ on, mctavish?” the captain will ask softly.

“dunno cap… just tired i guess?” johnny gives a half smile. he always tries to stay strong around his team lead.

“you’re a shit liar mate… but that’s a good thing.” john winks. johnny smiles and relaxes a little. “don’t you dare talk down on yourself. you’re one of the best i know. why do you think you’re on this team?”

john pats johnny’s hand. johnny hums and places his other hand over john’s, sandwiching the leaders hand between his. johnny closes his eyes as he takes a deep breathe and lets it go after a few seconds.

“i’m not a shit liar, if i were, i wouldn’t be on this team now would i?” johnny winks back. john always give him a tight hug, pats included, when johnny’s good again.

-

with ghost, he’ll fidget with his bulletproof vest until simon pats johnny’s knee then flips his gloved hand palm up in an offering. johnny always takes it without hesitation, lacing their fingers together.

they’ll just sit in silence while holding hands. whenever johnny squeezes, simon squeezes back.

sometimes johnny will lean his forehead onto simon’s shoulder for more physically contact.

they’ll just sit like that until johnny is grounded again, or if they’re short on time, until they’re called to go.

when they get up to go, simon grabs the top of johnny’s helmet and shakes him a little.

“don’t get yourself so worked up, i trust you with my life you dumbass. what are you worrying for?” simon mutters like he’s annoyed but johnny can tell simon is smiling because his eyes are smiling too.

simon might not be the best at words but his actions of care towards johnny speaks volumes in itself.

-

with gaz, johnny zones out completely.

i’m talking kyle had to snap his fingers in front of johnny’s face and repeatedly say the scottish man’s name gently to not genuinely startle him to bring johnny blinks back to reality. “earth to john mctavish? you there mate?” kyle would laugh softly though there’s a worried look in his eyes.

“you went off into the “lying-about-your-abilities so you feel bad“ land on accident.” johnny snorts when kyle gently swats at the back of johnny’s helmeted head.

they sit and joke around until johnny is near giggling like a little kid over a stupid pun kyle had just made and he has forgotten about what he was anxious about anymore.

“ready to go?” kyle hums as he holds his fist out for johnny to bump. johnny smiles and knocks his fist against kyle’s.

“never been more ready in my life.”

-

on the rare occasions that kate is physically there at briefings and not giving intel through the conference phone, she’s usually the first to catch onto soaps anxious pen fiddling he does while sitting at the table.

once she’s done handing out and explaining intel, she’ll excuse everyone else but ask johnny to stay behind. johnny nearly knees the bottom of the table from how hard he starts bouncing his leg.

“of course, laswell.” johnny will nod with a small forced smile, making sure to avoid eye contact with the rest of you as you all quietly file out of the room.

“hey,” kate pulls up a chair across from johnny and . “what’s up, spill.” she leans forward with her elbows on her knees and offers her hands to johnny.

sometimes johnny just shrugs while eyeing the floor and other times he can come up with a vague reaction why he feels so off but either way he always takes kate’s hands in his.

“dunno…” johnny sighs this time, his shoulders relaxing a little when kate starts to rub her thumbs over his knuckles.

kate nods and never pushes for an answer if johnny doesn’t give her one. she’ll just hum and lean her forehead against his. “well whatever it is, it’s wrong or won’t happen or anything like that. when john came to me about putting this team together and i read your file, i was truly amazed at everything you can do. i trust him and i trust you to get the job done and you excel every single time.”

they’ll sit there and chat about random things until johnny has calmed himself down. kate sometimes tells johnny stupid little stories about john and gaz that make him crack up. when the two open the door to leave, they just now realize how long they’d been chatting.

gaz sits on the floor next to the door, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed ankle over ankle. his head is leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face while you talk. you’ve got your head resting on his thigh while your body is angled toward ghost to talk to him. ghost sat in an office chair he pulled up across from you two. price sat in his own office chair next to ghost, twisting the chair side to side a little as he commented on yours and ghost’s conversation.

“no, cause what do you mean you don’t get hot when sleeping with the mask on, there’s no way-“ you stop when the door clicks open. “guys, that crazy person claims he never gets, like, sweaty at night with his mask on.” you give them a baffled look. ghost simply shrugs and snorts a little.

“i’ve never seen him sleep with it off.” gaz sits his head up as he chuckles. “i’ve barely seen him sleep now that i think about it… do you sleep?” he teases.

ghost huffs a laugh. “no. i don’t.” he says, plain and simple. price chuckles but doesn’t add anything. he loves his stupid (not actually stupid, very far from it) little team.

soap laughs and shakes his head. “no, cause let’s talk about how gaz has called laswell mom… on several occasions.” he gives an evil grin as he looks down at gaz.

“…how do you know about that-“ gaz catches kate’s smile before she ducks back into the conference room. “kate! we weren’t going to tell anyone about that.”

“oops?” she smiles when she pokes her head back around the corner.

soap laughs again, all of his uneasiness melting away as everyone laughs with him.

-

when you’ve all noticed that johnny is feeling off, a group hug is initiated.

“alright, none of that today. everyone get your asses up, we’re hugging. soap you’re in the middle.” one of you, usually price, would say.

sometimes, he’ll dramatically slump in his chair until all four (or five if kate is there) of you are pulling him up out of the chair and into a big hug. johnny will start loudly complaining how he’s being squished or that he’s too warm right now for this but it calms him down almost immediately.

other times, when you guys are too lazy to pick johnny up, you’ll all just stand in a circle around him while linking arms. johnny will laugh at all of your laziness then reach up from his seat to attack the known ticklish teammates of his. you and gaz end up trying, and failing, to dodge johnny’s attempt to poke either of your sides. simon is praying that johnny continues to assume that a poke to simon’s side wouldn’t make him hold in a laugh.

it would.

[melobin]

soo as i promised a little life update !! it’s a little long so i’ll put it under the read more 💖

this year hasn’t started off the best for me .. i started off the year having not slept for two weeks, i didn’t sleep for another two weeks after that, even now im struggling with my sleep but i think its slowly getting better !! around a month ago my nan passed away quite suddenly and it hit me quite hard, my other nan only passed away last march and i had another family member pass away in november so grief has been quite strong in my family for the past year. ive been trying to cope but i guess sometimes it can be a little harder?

i got quite sick three weeks ago and i still haven’t fully recovered, I’ve had quite a bad case of tonsillitis and that has just been absolutely vile. it’s still been bothering me these past few days but slowly I’ve been recovering !!

the most intense life event i’ve had lately is the fact i dropped out of uni on monday .. it’s been something i’ve been thinking about for over a year now and i finally done it. i guess mentally i just can’t cope anymore? it’s been incredibly stressful and difficult and i just couldn’t do it. i’m trying to not be hard on myself for it and i know that my reasoning for it is completely valid and i done what’s best for me so im trying my hardest !!! ive been resting more and ive had a lot of support. i guess whilst thinking everything through over the week i realised i done it at the right time before things got too overwhelming for me, i know how easily i can slip in and out of depressive episodes and im trying super super hard to slowly come out of it and hopefully it’ll be gone soon !!!

i love you all and i’m so thankful for you all of the support and patience i’ve had from you all recently 🥹 i promise to start being more active and start posting more fics again soon! 💞💓 remember melo always loves you 💓

[pallastrology]

uni diaries: february 2024

well, it's all kicking off now! i mentioned last month that i was looking forward to starting lectures again as i was struggling with the lack of routine. well, i've officially started my next module now, and let me tell you, it's been a lot. i think there's been some kind of clash for a lot of my classmates, so most lectures have just been the professor and me. although it's been really interesting and i've basically been getting private tuition, it's been intense and quite challenging. i come out of lectures in need of tea and a nap lol, but it's definitely a rewarding kind of challenge and i'm really grateful for the level of interaction i'm able to get with my professor too.

i'm working on my assignments, and they're all about the mabinogi; an academic review of an article discussing the mabinogi as a landscape narrative and its christian parallels, a presentation (i'm doing the presentation on rhiannon), and then an essay, which my professor helped me to formulate a focus for today. my focus for the essay is going to be investigating the role of animals in the mabinogi from a literary perspective. i'm super excited to start working on my essay, and actually i need to write a plan/contents page for next week. my review is also due at the end of the week, so it's all go-go-go right now.

i also got my exam board marks back and got a 75 (a first) for my previous module. i'm really happy with that, i'm finding it quite hard to believe i did so well actually. i suppose it's time i start having a little more faith in myself... anyway, how's your february been? if you're studying, what are you working on right now? thanks for taking the time to read this little blog, i'll be back with more astrology posts asap! xo

my goals for march, uni-wise, are:

to get good grades and feel happy with my review

complete my presentation without having a nervous breakdown

set aside 1-2 hours each night to study, and document my studies better

work on developing a more helpful note-taking and referencing system

pictured: some interesting scenes i found on walks, and some cookies i baked recently :-)

[violettawriting]

Chapter Two

Francesca's P.O.V

It's been a week and a half since Leóns party and I've been extremelly busy with classes and all of the complementary college projects i've signed to this semester. I barely have time to think about anything else besides sheet music and guitar chords.

I was in the middle of revising a song lyric that I've been working on when my phone starts vibrating, and my brother Luca's name appears on the screen.

"Ciao, Luca. Cosa desideri?" I answear not really in the mood for talking.

"Woah, okay... i missed you too." He teases. "How are you? We haven't heard of you in weeks."

"Sto bene, Luca. Just very busy." i try to sound as friendly as I can.

"Hm. Good to hear. Soo... you already know why I'm calling, right? You still haven't told us if you're coming for nonna's birthay party."

I take a deep breath and press the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger. I hate to sound like I don't care about my family's stuff. I mean, I love them and I miss them very much. But sometimes it seems like they just don't aknowledge the fact I'm living in another continet and it's not that easy to go visit. Plus, I'm really focused on college right now. They'll be offering a huge opportunity to work with the biggest singer of Buenos Aires, Angie Carrara (aka Vilu's aunt), to the student with best grades by the end of the semester and I've been working my ass of to get it.

"Yeah, I know.. I'm sorry. It's just that I still don't know if there'll be any exams in that week. I promise I'll give you guys a response ASAP."

"Hm... alright. Just please don't take too long, 'kay?" I mumble a positive answer. "Okay then... Prenditi cura di te. We'll be waiting for you call.

"A presto". I hang up and stare at my screen. God, I really need a good night of sleep.

I stretch in the chair and run my hands through my hair, sighing wearily. After a few seconds staring at the wall, I finally get some courage to get myself up and go to the cafeteria buy myself something extra-sugary.

In the middle of my walk from the dormitories to the main building, I notice how crowded the campus is today. For some reason, it seems to have more people around this wednesday afternoon. I watch as a few groups of students pass by, chatting in hushed tones. As I finally approach the grand entrance of the University of Buenos Aires, I spot a rather... amusing pair, whispering intensely in a more secluded corner.

I spot Ludmila's shiny hair first. Her colorfull outfit starkly contrasts with Diego's plain gray shirt and black pants. I try not to stare but I just can't help feeling intriged by this weird duo.

Obviously I'm not able to make out the words, so I eventually give up on watching them. But not before Diego cathes my staring eyes and stops talking. I try to act normal, as if it was just a coincidence that I was looking at their direction the same moment he looked at me, and rush into the building.

***

I'm sitting at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, waiting for Cami who's currently stuck in class with Gregorio. Poor her. I sip my cup of hot chocolate slowly, savoring it before it ends and I have to go back to my studies.

I am completely distracted inside my own mind and don't notice the blonde girl coming in my direction. "Hi, Fran! How are you today?" Ludmila aproaches me with that well-known fake tone in her voice. "It's been a while since we last had a chat!"

I stare at the girl, trying not to give her a face as annoyed as i feel right now. I've known Ludmila since high school, when i moved to Argentina with my family and started studying music at the Studio 21. It's no news that she's a trouble maker and will do whatever it takes to archieve her goals. Good thing we don't get to spend too much time together here in Uni.

"Hello, Ludmila" I reply not really giving her much attention.

I can sense what's to come when she pulls the chair on the other side of the table and sits in front of me. "So, how's the... chocolate?" she asks, in that typical Ludmila way.You can tell she's struggling to find friendly words to say. God, she's terrible at pretending to be interested in other people.

"Great. Can I help you?" I ask her directly. We both know she wouldn't come here if she didn't wanted something from me.

"Woah, Fran, it really hurts my feeling when you speak to me like this" She touches her chest in a hurt way and makes a sad puppy face. I say nothing, just stare at her with my brow arched, waiting. "Well, okay. Whatever," she drops the act. "I just wanted to ask why were you eversdropping my private conversation yearlier".

I keep staring and pretend I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Oh please, don't play dumb with me. What did you hear?" She is leaning on her arms, almost reaching the middle of the table, looking at me intently.

"I didn't hear anything, Ludmila. And I wasn't eversdropping."

She fake laughs, dismissing my answear with a "don't bullshit me" look.

"Seriously. I couldn't hear a word. And honestly, I don't care, either. So, don't worry. I won't tell anyone you were dealing drugs with Diego or anything." I say, getting up and grabbing my stuff.

Ludmila laughs loudly at that and I turn my head at her direction, actually intriged by her reaction.

"Drugs?! Oh, please, Fran. As if i needed any of that shit. Mind you, I'm pretty content with my sane mind. I'm naturally fun and entertaining." She runs a hand through her hair and leans back in the chair. "Plus, I would never do that to my body. Hello?? I'm an artist. A star. I gotta take care of my health and my voice." She says, as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Aaalright... good for you. Really, congrats." I say, forcing a interested voice. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a saxophone waiting for me to play it in my dorm." I walk away as quickly as I can, leaving her no chance to keep the conversation going.

As I was briskly walking through the place, I bump into a familiar redhead who also seems to be in a hurry.

"Oof! Francesca, you nearly knocked me over!" Camila scolds me. "Where are you going with such hurry?"

"Sorry, I was running from Ludmila. She's certain I was eversdropping her and Diego earlier."

"Well... were you?" My friend asks, as we leave the building.

"No!! Of course not. I just saw them suspiciously whispering and thought it was weird." I say, trying not to sound as if it was a big deal because I know how invested in gossips Camila can get.

"Hum... I see." She ponders for a moment and we keep walking towards the dormitories. When I think the subject is already over, she spats "But like- why were they together? I mean, what could these two possibly have in common? Obviously it wasn't for drugs. Ludmila would never use any of that..." she keeps rumbling as I stay silent. Suddenly, Cami stops mid-walk and gasps. "Oh. My. God. What if they're secretly dating???"

I turn to look at my insane friend. "What? Where'd you get this idea from?" I say. "Of course not. They would never date each other. Plus, what's this? Middle school?" I dismiss her crazy idea, but as I think about it I start wondering if that would be really impossible. "Anyway. It doesn't matter. Why are Diego and Ludmila even a topic of our conversation?"

I open the door in front of me and enter the dormroom, leaving those thoughts in the hallway.

[inkofamethyst]

October 23, 2023

In terms of my cohort, I definitely do feel younger than them. Less experienced. That really manifested, for me, when the ones in my evodevo class were sharing their ideas for the final project. Their ideas just seemed so much more mature (robust, specific, identifying resources relevant to them and finding ways to relate this project pretty closely to their interests) compared to mine. And it's like, I don't know.. I mean I know I'm not supposed to be comparing myself to other people when I can help it. But I don't know how much of their.. intellectual/research maturity(?) comes from having years more than me to devote to research on a basically full-time basis before starting this program. And I don't know how to go about trying to catch up without burning out? I don't even know if that's the right way to think about this, I don't know if it's even a problem at all. I don't know what my advisor thinks and a large enough part of me is too afraid to ask.

I feel like I'm a ways out of my depth.

[a week later]

I don't feel too much different, but my advisor being the prof kind of helps. Like, he has some ideas for people/resources I can look into for data.

Finished my braids. They're a bit boneless ha. My parting technique needs work, the front and back are def unbalanced density-wise (I only used four bundles out of the eight I ordered). But that's okay just in case I'm not feeling the color and want to take them out quickly. I didn't really even try to "tuck" so my roots definitely show through, especially in the bigger sections at the back. I mean, no one would ever think I was a natural ginger anyway and that wasn't the goal. Ultimately, I think the color is cute, and having so much left means I should be able to do another set some day, or maybe I can use this color for accents around the bangs/temples with my typical black. I'll give it a week to decide how I really feel about it. Pretty sure I'm going for minitwists next, though. Maybe twice. Just to give my hair some time to breathe.

Read through my SOP to my current uni last night to prep for tomorrow's talk and boy I sure did sound confident. Like, the words are certainly mine, but the tone is so unlike me. I fear the woman who wrote that (...in an afternoon, no less).

Anyway I got some good feedback from my advisor on my talk today. Implementing it now. It's a lot of little stylistic notes. I'm worried that I'm going to go over time. We'll see. It's not for a grade in the typical sense, but I'd argue that this is just as if not more important than any "grade" I'm getting in my other classes. Coursework is a semester-long endeavor. Several intense weeks. I'm going to be in this department for years. Gotta make a good first impression.

[edit, a few hours later: spent wayyy too long trying to perfect this presentation when the best thing i can do for myself rn is go to bed]

Today I'm thankful that listening to vgm doesn't hurt as much anymore.

(vgm is entrenched into my personal brand at this point so I've got some catching up to do if I want to keep my steak of 6(?) years straight of having a vgm composer as my top artist, and Vincent Diamante deserves it by now tbh. unfortunately listening to the skyrim ambience while watching a 12-hour landscape walk on youtube isn't counting for anything)